Misery the Sanene Psion was born the daughter of a loving mother but an abusive father. As a child her father would always come home drunk and tell her she was named misery because that is what state he had been in ever since her birth. One night as she passed by her parents room she heard the voice of her father and another woman. As she cracked the door open and peeked in she saw her mother laying lifeless and bloody on the bedroom floor, her father and a woman she had never seen before were standing over her mothers corpse laughing. Letting out a quiet whimper she gave away her spying post. Quickly, her father swung open the door and grabbed Misery by her hair. As he glared at her the strange woman handed Misery's father a short knife, he raised the knife to Misery's throat and told her
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| - Misery the Sanene Psion was born the daughter of a loving mother but an abusive father. As a child her father would always come home drunk and tell her she was named misery because that is what state he had been in ever since her birth. One night as she passed by her parents room she heard the voice of her father and another woman. As she cracked the door open and peeked in she saw her mother laying lifeless and bloody on the bedroom floor, her father and a woman she had never seen before were standing over her mothers corpse laughing. Letting out a quiet whimper she gave away her spying post. Quickly, her father swung open the door and grabbed Misery by her hair. As he glared at her the strange woman handed Misery's father a short knife, he raised the knife to Misery's throat and told her
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| - A thin scar across the base of her neck
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| - A blood red rose at the base of her neck with a long thorny stem trailing down her back, each thorn has blood dripping from it
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| - Misery the Sanene Psion was born the daughter of a loving mother but an abusive father. As a child her father would always come home drunk and tell her she was named misery because that is what state he had been in ever since her birth. One night as she passed by her parents room she heard the voice of her father and another woman. As she cracked the door open and peeked in she saw her mother laying lifeless and bloody on the bedroom floor, her father and a woman she had never seen before were standing over her mothers corpse laughing. Letting out a quiet whimper she gave away her spying post. Quickly, her father swung open the door and grabbed Misery by her hair. As he glared at her the strange woman handed Misery's father a short knife, he raised the knife to Misery's throat and told her that she will never be able to tell anyone who really killed her mother. Afterwards he slit her throat and left her by her mothers corpse to die. After slipping in and out of conciousness for what seemed like weeks, she was found by her neighbor. The neighbor being a cleric healed Misery's throat, but because of the time that had gone by she was left with a scar across her neck and was barely able to speak. Being outraged that the cleric or anyone could not bring her mother back, she went back to her old home, three days after being found, and grabbed her fathers favorite weapon, a rusty steel pipe. She knew the brothel her father always visited and began to make her way there. Hiding her face, as well as the pipe, in a hooded black cloak she quickly spoted her father with the same strange woman. She followed them up to their room, staying far enough away as not to be noticed. She waited until there were no more sounds comming from the room and quietly snuck in through the door. Standing over the bed she took the pipe out of her cloak, closed her eyes and began to swing downwards against the sleeping pair. Finally she stopped swinging when she was barely able to keep ahold of the pipe. Looking down briefly she smiled and left the room as quietly as she entered. Walking away from the building she headed to Spur, where she is now following the life of a psion.
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